Excellent news! After a week of persistent requests (Ryan's description: nagging), Ryan agreed to let us get another kitty! Well, we'll be getting it right after Christmas. He doesn't want the new arrival being left without hoomuns for the 3 nights we'll be up in Potown for Christmas. So I begrudgingly wait. We checked out the shelter last weekend and I found one I want, provided she's still available. Ideally we'll fill out the application next weekend then pick her up right after we get back in town on the 26th or 27th.


Coincidentally, her name is Blackie! But we'll probably rename her since we already have an outdoor Blackie. My top name ideas right now are Stormy, Puma, and Cougar. Cougar is since she's an older woman: 7 years old. She's still very energetic and affectionate, though. I know that shelters have a hard time adopting out older cats and black cats, so I'm doing them a double favor. Plus, she's very pretty and has silky fur. And we don't have a black cat yet...I need to collect all the colors! Another reason to get an older cat is that we're staggering their ages a bit; that way we'll have a variety of activity levels and mannerisms, and expiration dates :( But back to the happy- new catten! Yay!

I'm hoping she fits in with our existing herd. Since it's a she instead of a he, maybe Jib won't feel like his alpha status is threatened. Grem might be bothered that she has female competition. I don't think Choco will care much since he's resigned himself to the bottom of the totem pole already.

Of course I'd always be happy with a new catten, but for some reason this last week or two I've just had an insatiable craving for one. Ryan was really getting mad at me for nagging (er, persuading?) so much. His main objection wasn't upkeep costs or effort; it was the slide into crazy cat people territory. I told him that if people ask about his pets, he's more than welcome to lie and say we have two. I have no bashfulness about being a crazy cat lady.